Unstoppable


You tried to cage and contain him
Drown his sense of worth.
Beat him down to nothing,
Relentless fists of words.
Controlled, empower, even tried destroying him.
He was strong, so resilient.
Like a punching bag to your storms;
Bending but not breaking.
Now, what is this?
He is taking back his true inner self.
Have you ever seen him stand so tall?
Such courage, building up like a tsunami;
Ready to lay these burdened wastes of your city,
Vanquishing your ghosted words of empty promises.
He had finally learned to make his own light
That in which the darkness could never swallow him.
You were so hollow, no actions were behind the mask you hid behind, making your
actions profitless.
So aimless, your betrayal was erratically,
He carried his life well hidden,
Concealed deep within a seedling,
Growing, ascending himself upward to the sun of better and new beginnings.
Blessings, that gave him such serene bliss, hope.
Your heart, dark and bitter,
Tainting earth’s soil, and the fresh waters that surrounded him.
One day, he will soon rise above your shallow, decrepit ruins
Just like the moon, with each phase, never ceased to keep rising.
He was free, unshackled.
His smile, summery, and luminous.
You’re soul, ever reminding those who get close of a covetous demon,
Your demon tried to gorge itself onto his humanity,
His body becoming frail. Under your spell, he was your human puppet.
Your fiendish was his puppeteer.
Now, what is this?
You stiffen, fearing that you will power,
Grasping and suffocating, squeezing you til your light burned out.
Despising her any love,
Which deep down, your devotion of endearment, revealing your purest intentions.
Fears when she is not in control of your mind,
Body,
Your vitality,
You will expose her for her cowardly abhorrence.
Mistaking his intimidation for infirmity,
Mistaken his captivity for devotion for repugnance
Overwhelmed, blinded by your pride and ego, you no longer had control.
His once ice boxed, hollow heart,
Once more, flames of peace sparked, igniting hope through his veins.
He wanted to bury this imitating, deceitful thing he once called love,
Walk away, never to look back, always and eternally keep looking forward.
In return, the web of all your twisted lies you spun will rest,
And soon, demolishing from his memory.
Within all due given time.
One day, he will rise.
He will grind.
He will hold his head up.
Because within him, he withheld so much power than you ever could’ve witnessed.
As he broke free from your poisonous, toxic hold.
The warrior we all knew was back.
This was Him.
He was now, and forever will be,
Unstoppable.

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I had a friend who was going through a ot of relationship problems. He seemed to forget who he was for awhile,. This is also to all the kings who can relate. We see youl